Despite the drizzle rain, stormy winds, and grey cloudy days; my weekend was pleasant. We were able to laugh together about silly jokes, enjoy good meals, and even "lamb hunting".
Let me explain: I have a "thing" about lambs. I love them. Their joy as they jump around, their pure enthusiasm and curiosity about everything. To me they symbolize everything about Spring, Easter, and hope....all rolled up into the form of a lamb.
Luckily I live in the countryside, so finding lambs is easy at this time of the year. My Siesta Sunday was spent with sheep and their young. I stood knee deep in lovely lambs in the lambing shed.. My heart sang with delight.
Also these past few days, I have been missing my parents. In my heart I can still feel their presence and their love.
What I was remembering especially were the huge bear hugs my Dad would give me, if I was upset, sad, or needed comforting. I sure could have used a bear hug or two this past week.
The memory of his strength, love and protection calms my mind and fills my heart. It made my difficult moments a bit easier. Amazing that memories like that, still can mean so much; even after all these years that they are gone. Love is stronger than death.
To me it proves that the love of a parent is ageless and vital, even if we are parents ourselves.
It is that parental love that shapes us, into who we are, and how we love.
Thanks Dad and Mom, for your loving hugs.
Let me explain: I have a "thing" about lambs. I love them. Their joy as they jump around, their pure enthusiasm and curiosity about everything. To me they symbolize everything about Spring, Easter, and hope....all rolled up into the form of a lamb.
Luckily I live in the countryside, so finding lambs is easy at this time of the year. My Siesta Sunday was spent with sheep and their young. I stood knee deep in lovely lambs in the lambing shed.. My heart sang with delight.
Also these past few days, I have been missing my parents. In my heart I can still feel their presence and their love.
What I was remembering especially were the huge bear hugs my Dad would give me, if I was upset, sad, or needed comforting. I sure could have used a bear hug or two this past week.
The memory of his strength, love and protection calms my mind and fills my heart. It made my difficult moments a bit easier. Amazing that memories like that, still can mean so much; even after all these years that they are gone. Love is stronger than death.
To me it proves that the love of a parent is ageless and vital, even if we are parents ourselves.
It is that parental love that shapes us, into who we are, and how we love.
Thanks Dad and Mom, for your loving hugs.
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